Plaything in one's palm
cindyysometimes these walls seem to cave in on me lyricswhen a man goes silentand the walls kept tumbling downthe vacancy that sat in my heart
"Just information. Look into it. Think about what you truly want. For yourself."
He pressed the card into Lynn's hand, his fingers brushing against Lynn's palm in a way that felt intentional. "A caged bird's wings atrophy, Lynn. Even the most beautiful songbird needs to fly free to remember its song. Don't you forget yours."
With a final, meaningful look, Marcus turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Lynn standing frozen, the business card burning a hole in his hand. The metal sculpture of the caged bird seemed to mock him. The offer was on the table. Freedom was a plane ticket and a recommendation away. But at what cost? The serpent was offering him the apple, and the hunger was a g